A / n: Well, the reviews are more than amazing! And thank you so much for being the motivation to write on. :3 It's greatly appreciated! Much love to you guys and I hope you've enjoyed the start of your week. =] Tomorrow my co - writer and I have the whole day to get some writing done. So we'll be busy on writing more for you xD

Rhinestones

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Clawd, Deuce, Jackson and Heath all stood there for a minute trying to regain their hearing after Cleo's scream. Clawd was the first one out of the guys to take off and see what was wrong with his ghoulfriend, of course Deuce followed right on his tail. Jackson stood there for a moment watching Deuce take off, he knew Deuce was worried about Cleo and like everyone else, was wondering why she would let out such a scream like that. There must have been a few broken windows somewhere in the school at least.

Clawd's jaw slightly dropped when he saw Clawdeen side by side with Cleo and Clawdeen had her paw on Cleo's shoulder. First thing he thought was perhaps that Clawdeen was trying to hurt Cleo, which was why she let out the scream. 'I knew she was lying.' Clawd thought to himself angrily as he walked towards the two girls. Then a shocking thing happened, Cleo pulled Clawdeen in a hug. 'I...I...was wrong?' Clawd questioned himself. 'Then what's wrong with her?' Clawd walked up beside the two girls.

Deuce stood into the crowd, but just as close to keep an eye on Cleo. He could hear Clawdeen telling her to breathe and relax. Cleo held onto the paper tightly, even though she was still in shock. 'How did someone get a hold of this page?' Cleo kept asking herself, over and over.

After a few minutes of just sitting there and hugging Cleo, Clawdeen managed to get the paper out of her hand. Her mouth dropped slightly agape when she had read what it said, was this the reason Cleo was freaking out? All over a rumor on a piece of paper, anyone could have written it. Clawdeen began to wonder if Cleo was the shallow; it had to be all about her Cleo. Even if one tiny little thing wasn't, she had to freak out. Clawdeen didn't know just yet, how wrong she really was.

Cleo just stood there, arms wrapped around Clawdeen. She could hear people talking, she could hear Clawd just she couldn't hear what he was saying. She was too deep in shock. 'How did someone get a hold of this page?' Cleo asked herself again.

Clawdeen then passed the paper over to Frankie, who looked at it and gave it a gentle read out loud. She cleared her throat, "So Frankie and Heath have been talking a lot in class today, wonder what it's about? He must have said something to get her all sparked up. It seems to me there is love in the air, just the way they are passing notes back and forth." She chuckled, "Why would you scream about this Cleo? It's just some silly rumor like written page. Besides, if Heath and I were actually dating, don't you think we'd act like it?"

The entire group shifted their gaze from Frankie, to Heath and back again. It was true, and just as Jackson had written to Deuce the other day - it would've been so obvious if they were, so it had to be just some gossip going around.

"I mean, yeah I met her parents the other day," he began, as much as Frankie silently warned him not to, but then gave up. She was busted now. "they're pretty cool actually. Her mom's funny as hell. We were laughing the whole time while Frankie was blushing." He chuckled at the memory, but then blushed himself. "I wasn't like, meeting her parents because we're dating. I just, needed to talk to Frankie about something and her parents just so happened to be there, that's all guys. Really, if I were lucky enough to be dating Frankie, she's a ghoul worth bragging about. Just sayin'." He told them with a slight smile, but then shifted his focus back to the matter at hand.

Lagoona smiled, that was such a sweet comment for Heath to make. Although she couldn't help but to think in the back of her mind that Frankie and Heath would make a somewhat cute couple.

Clawdeen looked at the piece of paper again, "That's all there is on there Cleo - if this page is from... say a diary or something," Cleo's face couldn't help but to hold that of a blush. "I'm sure more pages would've been printed, but there aren't. I hope whoever it is, only lost this page and not any others. If I were them, at the next time I had even a moment to spare, I would check my diary to see if it's the only page that went missing." Little did she know, she was giving Cleo some good ideas here.

Cleo never thought other pieces could be missing, now when she got a chance for sure she'd check if others were still in tact. Although Cleo was so very glad it was that page instead of any others. There were other pages that were far worse than this. Cleo started to breathe a little easier, she was glad Frankie and Heath didn't take it to heart. "You ghouls must be right." Cleo gave an unsure chuckle.

Frankie gave a smile as she looked down at her cup of frozen hot chocolate treat that Clawdeen had brought her from Moonbucks. She hadn't even taken a sip of it yet but she figured that Cleo could probably use something to calm her down. "Here you go Cleo, I didn't even drink any of it yet so you don't have to worry about 'freak germs'," She said with a smile, handing her treat over.

Clawdeen took no time in giving Cleo a stylish french braid to wear for the last day of school. It started from the highest point on the back of her head, trailing down to her neck, and beginning a low ponytail. That was all done in a matter of just minutes. Clawdeen was great when it came to doing ghoul's hair and giving some quick flair. She just needed the occasional help maintaining her own. "There you go Cleo, the Queen's gotta look her best of course." She said with a sincere, sweet smile, backing away to let Cleo admire her work.

Before Cleo took the drink from Frankie, she pulled out her pocket mirror to see what Clawdeen had done with her hair. Her jaw dropped at the very sight of it. It had to be the best french braid that had ever been done in her hair! "Thank you so much, I love it." She couldn't pull herself away from the mirror - with Cleo, that was always a problem.

She even gave Clawdeen a slight hug. "Oh Frankie, can we talk?" She asked as she quickly parted the hug and and took the peace offering of the frozen hot chocolate out of her hand. Without even waiting for Frankie's reply, Cleo grabbed her hand and dragged her away from the group of people.

Clawd watched as a happy Cleo walked by him and gave a seductive wink. Clawd just gave a smile back and turned his attention to his sister. "That was very nice of you and your ghouls there Clawdeen, thanks sis." With that, he turned his focus back on the males still standing there.

Meanwhile when Frankie and Cleo were far enough from the other monsters and – the normie of course, she sat down on the bench and pulled Frankie down with her. 'Damn, iron grip much? Good thing I tightened my stitches last night before bed...' Frankie thought to herself.

"I want to talk to you about the note." Cleo looked right to Frankie, in her mismatched colored eyes. "I wrote it. It was really part of my diary – which is why I screamed like that. I guess it must've fallen out, I am so sorry Frankie. I didn't mean to hurt you with it – that's not my intentions. I was just trying to understand why you weren't doing work in class. Then you and Heath were passing notes and you got sparked up and what not, So I thought you guys were like, dating. I hope I didn't ruin things between you and Jackson." Cleo looked down at the ground – this was the first time Frankie had ever seen the royal one do so.

Frankie listened to Cleo like the soft, kind – hearted girl she was and gave a small smile when Cleo looked up at her once more. "Hey, don't be all upset. It really doesn't phase me what you write about anyone – it's your diary and your thoughts and stuff. Everyone's entitled to their own thoughts. I have a diary too, only mine is online. I have my own diary, it's just on my laptop. But all my thoughts are in my diary, along with every other high school teenager I'm sure. Whether it's a journal or diary – most everyone does this. Okay so somethings you'd die if people read them... but still. I'm not mad and nor is Heath." She thought for a moment. "I really don't think this overly phases Jackson either to be honest, he's chill about stuff like this, y'know?"

Cleo nodded, she seemed to be understanding this so far. Agreeing with what Frankie was saying. "Besides, I really don't care what people think.. Well I do, but at the same time I don't. They may just think I'm a two – timing slut for awhile but whatever." Frankie laughed but then shrugged. "It's fine Cleo, really. It's all good. Are... we okay?" She asked with an adorable smile, her eyes lighting up with happiness.

Not too far from where the ghouls were standing... Heath grinned. Jackson couldn't help but to let out a soft sigh, he figured he knew what would come out of his cousin's mouth. Quite frankly something that he himself was thinking, but never had the courage to say, "So, does she scream that loud in bed too?"

Clawd looked at Heath with a disappointed look on his face; he really didn't like that comment much - even though he knew Heath was just kidding. He was starting to get tired of people thinking Cleo was this slut or always wanted sex - whether she did or not wasn't really any of their business. Clawd himself knew the truth and that's what mattered. Clawd thought it'd be best to walk away and head to class, this was way too early in the morning to get his fur in a bunch. "I'll see you all later, don't keep me waiting if you want a ride Clawdeen." He warned his sister as he began to walk away, but he stopped and gave Draculaura a warm smile before leaving completely.

Deuce shifted his gaze sourly. 'That was a rude comment... although... he didn't mean it in a bad way. Maybe I'm just concerned... more so about Cleo herself and what people say. She doesn't seem to care or let it bother her but still.' He thought to himself, noticing how Draculaura blushed when Clawd looked at her. He glanced over at Jackson, who just shrugged in response.

Clawdeen chuckled at her friend's heavy blush. "By the way, you're looking so cute today ghoul!" She commented, recalling the text about what outfit she chose, but seeing it in person did it more justice.

Down the hall just a bit, Cleo gave Frankie a hug. "Thanks for understanding, can this stay between us though? I don't want people thinking I spread this rumor around... y'know, for the rep." Cleo did after all still have her pride and dignity to keep maintaining.

She hoped that it wasn't too much of Frankie to ask. She then checked her iCoffin and noticed the time. Her jaw dropped, they only had about ten minutes to get their stuff and be in class! Cleo stood to her feet. "We're going to be late." She mumbled. Grabbing Frankie's hand she pulled her towards their lockers, she was hopping her little drama scene didn't make them late on their last day of school. "So Frankie, meet for lunch?" Cleo inquired opening her locker and grabbing her stuff.

Frankie grinned, "Sure, if you want. The ghouls and I usually sit in the hallway, in the corner right there. It's more peaceful and we don't have to yell over people, y'know?" She suggested, wondering if she wanted to sit with all of them or maybe she just wanted to speak to Frankie alone? She'd soon find out.

Cleo wore a smile upon her face, that sounded pretty cool, eating somewhere you didn't have to yell over people. "Sure sounds fine to me, I'll meet you ghouls there." Cleo chuckled and waved at Frankie. "See you then." With that Cleo headed off to her first class. She had to admit she loved how her hair looked today, Clawdeen did an amazing job. She for sure had to thank her later.

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So, I think you should totally ask her out at lunch. - Heath.

They were working on the same thing they were yesterday – their persuasion essay. He got no further than the date yesterday, since he and Frankie were too busy passing notes to one another. He was so relieved that when he walked into class today, it was written on the board that they were to work on the rough drafts of their essays and that they had plenty class time to do that, along with 'Happy Holidays!' written on the board, with a picture of stick people around an apparent Christmas tree.

Were all the teachers in a good mood with the holidays just around the corner? Apparently so!

Heath was relieved that they had this class time though, after working on his History of The Undead homework, he passed right out and didn't get to his Dead Languages essay, so needless to say, he wasn't about to waste the class time that was so graciously given to him.

So he looked at the assignment again, he chose to think about Home Ick. He remembered the assignment they were given, but he didn't think that a school assignment really related to being a parent in that way. The only way to gain experience in anything, was to literally go through it.

Thinking about that – he could either make his point about how the parenting assignment in Home Ick wasn't a real experience, or how it compared to being one. He usually enjoyed to argue a point, so he figured he'd be better off explaining why it wasn't a decent example.

Really? You think I should? I'd like to for sure, but I'm scared. Does she even like me? - Jackson

His vibrate function on his iCoffin was on and created a noise, but it didn't disturb anyone. Heath glanced down and quickly switched his phone to 'silence all' and then proceeded to read his cousin's text.

Trust me Jackson, Frankie likes you a tooonnn, she told me when I went over to her place last night. For two hours, all we did was talk about you. How much she likes you, if you liked her, what she should wear today to maybe catch your eye, all that fun ghouly stuff that she should've been asking her ghoulfriends, but I was there instead xD if you dont trust another thing that comes from my mouth ever again, trust this – she's infatuated with you. :3 – Heath

Despite that being a rather long message, Heath's fingers flew across the appropriate keys to produce it. After sending it, he switched his focus back to his work. Might as well get something done.

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